The Scandal You Started, page 33
Her heart let out a sob and lurched against her rib cage with outstretched arms that desperately wanted to cradle him in. She did what it couldn’t and hugged him a little closer.
“May I love you, Rayna?” he rasped barely above a whisper.
She couldn’t help the amused breath that fluttered out of her. “A bit late to be asking for permission, don’t you think?”
He brushed a tender smile against her lips. “Truly far too late.”
Dominic kissed her. So lightly. So gently. So fearfully.
Like she was made up of clouds, and he was scared of pressing too hard in case she dispersed and became intangible to him.
Was that why he was shaking? Because he was scared of losing her?
It didn’t feel bad, but it wasn’t like him at all.
She couldn’t have that. She couldn’t let him feel like that, doubting she was there in his arms, real and wanting and not about to flee. Even if she wasn’t sure about the future the way he was, she was sure of him. She was sure of where she was, and she needed him to know that.
So Rayna scrunched his hair in her fist and crushed his mouth under hers. She sucked on his bottom lip hard enough for him to release a hiss of sweet pain, then dragged a soothing lick across it. He opened for her, and she stole around his tongue, looted him of a groan, and came alive with feminine triumph as he responded with the same level of possession.
He tugged on her hair, wanting her to dip back over his arm. She went, and he chased her. Greedy and eager and panting. She kissed him harder, locked herself around him as she ground her molten core against his swelling cock. He moaned into her mouth, the sound piercing her belly with bliss, and she couldn’t take it any longer.
She tore away on a rough breath. “I want…I want to make love to you.”
Chapter 39
Rayna
Dominic’s breathy chuckle, laced with a groan, tickled her lips and ears as Rayna forced her bleary eyes to focus on his drunken ones.
“Only you, darling, would announce you wish to make love to me,” he said.
She leaned back into the hand cradling her nape to look at him properly. “Aren’t you the one who said you wanted us to make love?”
“I said I wished to make love to you.”
Her brows dipped. “What’s the difference if I make love to you?”
“How could you ask that, dammit?” he growled laughingly. “I am a man. I must make love to you, and you are to simply enjoy it.”
She rolled her eyes and tried to wiggle back on his lap. “Yeah, no, I don’t care if you’re a man. I’m making love to you, Dominic.”
He widened his eyes, absolutely baffled, and tightened his hold to keep her in place. “No, you will not, woman.”
She was a little frustrated that he was trying to physically restrain her. But it only took a second to see past it. To notice how he’d left himself open to close-range seduction.
“Yes, I will,” she purred through a smirk as she dipped her face into the crook of his neck.
Dominic gasped deliciously when she kissed under his ear. The enticing sound shivered down her spine, and her eyes nearly rolled. It awakened a ruthless urge to tease, to ruin him, to have him panting and whimpering and drooling under her, and she fell right into its clutches.
Yanking on his hair, opening his strong throat to her, Rayna sucked on the sensitive skin of his pulse. She grazed her nails down his back too. Overwhelmed him further by rocking and rubbing and pressing against his hard-on.
Oh, he quivered so beautifully as he choked on her name. A moan clawed up her throat as her cunt pulsed. She let it out into his skin, and he flinched with a sharp hiss, his fingers clamping around her waist in a bruising grip.
His hand delved into her hair and tugged her back, sending sparks flittering over her scalp. “Enough, you wicked little minx,” he growled.
She dragged her teeth over her swollen bottom lip, smiling exactly like a wicked minx. “I’m just getting started, actually.”
Rising up onto her knees, Rayna clasped the hem of her loose T-shirt and whipped it over her head. It left her naked but for her grey boxer shorts.
Right before Dominic’s face.
His starved stare ignited as she threw her top aside, causing her breasts to jostle. He homed in on them, fanning her hot skin with a shuddering exhale.
She had him hypnotised, and it was fucking empowering. Made her feel like a queen. Made her bend into him until his face was nearly between the valley of the full globes. He couldn’t look away, and his mouth opened wider, ready to plant a kiss or a bite to her puckered nipples. He didn’t even seem to realise she’d gripped his T-shirt until she started pulling.
“This is madness,” he croaked, like he’d swallowed a frog, yet he raised his arms, allowing her to pull the fabric over his head.
As she sank back down on his lap, she drank up the glowing sight of him in the dim yellow lighting. She caressed her hands over the mat of hair on his chest, ever so slightly grazing his flat nipples, down the central line of his stomach, and back up to push on his shoulders.
But he gripped her hips and shook his head. “Rayna…”
“Be a good boy and sit back for me.”
His jaw locked and eyes narrowed in displeasure, but his erection gave a very telling jerk against her swollen sex. She could’ve sworn his cheeks pinkened too.
“I do not like it when you call me that,” he grumbled.
She smirked. “Liar.” And rubbed side to side across his thick length. “You like it.”
His fingers dug deeper into her skin. “It is patronising.”
She leaned in until her lips almost touched his, breathing in his warm exhale as he anticipated a kiss. “Be honest, Dominic.”
He let out a low, rumbling sound of displeasure. But after a moment, he whispered, “I shouldn’t like it.”
But I do.
He didn’t say that last bit, but the words hung in the air, nonetheless. It made her pussy throb with the promise of a powerful orgasm.
“Such a good boy,” she hummed, and he didn’t try to fight or hide the pleasure that melted his expression that time. “Now sit back against the headboard for me.”
Dominic adjusted himself with Rayna still on his lap, leaning back against a pillow with his legs stretched out between her straddling thighs. Then she curved back, gripping just under his knees, and rocked forward.
He groaned as she sighed, his roughened hands caressing up her thighs until his thumbs skirted either side of her clit. Her lips came apart, and her stomach contracted.
“You are not wearing underwear,” he said, enthralled.
She grinned. “This is my underwear.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” His gaze rapidly flew between her face and cunt. “You have soaked right through it.”
He rubbed both thumbs in opposite directions, and she had to clamp her lip between her teeth to hold in a moan. He did it again, and she vibrated. Again, and arching back no longer felt feasible. She quickly curled forward, digging her nails into his pecs, and kept moving.
“Whose fault is that, huh?” she said through a pant.
“Mine,” he growled possessively. Proudly.
“Yeah, yours, you stupid, gorgeous man.” She ground into his thumbs, faster, greedier. “You make me so fucking wet all the time. I’ve never needed lube with you. Barely need any prep, that’s how much you turn me on.”
He groaned her name, his thumbs moving round and round and round.
“I could just sink down on you. Take all of you in one go.” She dropped heavier on him, mimicking what she described. She could almost feel the ghost of his cock filling her like there weren’t layers of clothing still between them.
Baring his teeth in a hiss, he rapidly shook his head. “Do not dare, woman. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“That’s the point,” she said with a quiet giggle of delirium. “You’re so big that it’d hurt. But I’d keep going, force myself to take you and stretch so fucking full until you were buried all the way here.” She placed a hand right under her belly button, showing him where she craved him.
“Hush, Rayna,” he growled, but there was the slightest hint of a deep whimper at the end. “Please. For the sake of my sanity, be quiet.”
He sounded so pretty when he said please. But the poor man didn’t realise it had the complete opposite effect he wanted.
She didn’t want to stop. She wanted more.
Halting in her movements, she cupped his face and kissed him hard, drinking the warmth of his desperate, panting mouth before slipping lower. The indent in his chin, his neck, right on his jugular. She licked and teased both of his flat nipples with her teeth, then trailed down his stomach. Each kiss and suck tore needier gasps from him than the previous one.
“You are trying to kill me,” he choked out as her hands curled into the band of his boxers and pyjama bottoms.
She grinned and tugged. “I’m trying to pleasure you, actually.”
“Exactly.” He eased some of the weight off his hips, allowing both items of clothing to slip lower. “You wish to end my life using an excessive amount of pleasure.”
Rayna rolled her eyes. And then they almost rolled again, backwards, when his big, veiny dick hung heavy and free and glistening with pre-cum right before her face. She moaned, mouth watering, eager to feel him in the back of her throat.
With the last of his clothing on the floor and her wet boxer shorts piled on top, she slipped back between his spread legs, lying herself flat on her stomach, braced up on her elbows.
Dominic caught her around her upper arms. “You do not have to do this, Rayna.”
“I know.” She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and angled it towards her lips. “But like I tell you every time, Dominic. I love having your dick in my mouth.”
She swiped her tongue over his crown, silencing any other protests from him. He jerked with a strangled groan, and she moaned as the delicious salty taste of him coated her tongue.
“Hold my hair.”
He did as he was told with shaky hands and braced his head back against the top edge of the pillow behind him. “You will ruin me forever if you put me in your mouth, my love.”
“So be quiet and let me ruin you.”
He let out a stifled noise of equal parts shock, arousal, and terror, his mouth hanging open.
Wicked power danced through her lust as she gathered saliva on her tongue. She spat on his tip a few times and watched it trickle down his length before dragging her fist up, spreading and mixing it with the liquid leaking out of him already.
She opened her mouth around him. He gritted his teeth, scrunching her hair tighter.
They both moaned quietly as she closed around him.
She wanted to let her lashes drop and savour the feel and taste of him, but it was impossible to take her gaze off the pained twist of pleasure on his face. It sparked through her pussy, and she pressed into the mattress, wanting relief, wanting to torture herself with the pleasure of giving.
She wanted him deeper. So she inched him in, swirled her tongue around him, and took more and more. She drew back until he almost slipped from between her lips and then swallowed him, moaning and salivating, enjoying the process of working her mouth down him. Until her throat convulsed and her jaw had unhinged past what was comfortable. But the pain and his pleasure combined lit her veins on fire.
“Enough,” Dominic panted. “That’s enough, Rayna. No more. I cannot take much more of this.”
Oh, but she could.
Rayna dug one set of fingers into his muscular thigh, while she rolled and massaged his balls with the other. She bobbed her head faster, drooling all down her chin. Grinding into the bed, she hollowed her cheeks and lapped at the underside of him. His grunts chimed through her throbbing cunt the few times her nose pressed into the trim hairs painting his groin, and she gagged, eyes watering, still slurping his taste, his thickness, his heat down her throat.
“Darling, sweetheart, Rayna, my love,” he rasped frantically. “You ought to stop…must stop. I cannot—I will not be able to stop myself from spilling on your tongue.”
She moaned keenly, letting him know that was exactly what she wanted. The vibrations sent him doubling over her, and rather than pulling her off, he pressed her head down.
Intentionally or accidentally, it didn’t matter. She stroked her tongue along his length, what little she could, a few more times, and then she stayed down. All the way down. Crying, choking, gagging, suffocating on his fat dick as he grabbed her rocking arse with one hand. Her plump flesh yielded to his deliciously painful grip. He growled something, but it sounded like garble over the pure euphoria singing a symphony through her.
Come, come, come.
Not just him. Her too.
She wanted to climax while he coated her throat in his cum. And fuck, she was close. No, she was there, barely holding it back.
Just when she thought she couldn’t wait for him any longer, he dug his other blunt fingers into her arse cheek and growled so fucking feral and raw.
Rayna’s eyes shot wide, and she let out a muffled squawk as hot spurts hit the back of her throat. She choked, so damn near to coughing, instinct trying to get her to tear away. But she was locked up, shaking violently as she came herself, pleasure wrenching her mind in two.
The afterquakes still felt like mini climaxes when Dominic ripped her off him. She was so weak and dizzy, her top teeth just caught along his length somewhere. But if he winced, she had no idea, her gaze too wet and unfocused as she heaved and sucked in gulps of air.
Tears, drool, and the cum she hadn’t managed to swallow dripped all down her cheeks, chin, and neck. Yet Dominic framed her jaw in the cup of his hand.
“Bloody fucking woods, Rayna,” he growled, sounding both angry and exhausted as he moved around her with speed. “You wicked nymph. You devious temptress. You will be the death of me and the death of yourself too, dammit. Just what were you thinking?”
She wanted to point out he’d held her down just as much as she’d held herself, but a soft fabric rubbed over her eyes and down her face and throat, cleaning up any sticky residue.
Dominic dropped the piece of clothing on the floor, then his hands clenched around her shoulders. Within the blink of an eye, Rayna found herself on her back, staring up at a huffing, scowling, naked pirate king.
“You,” he growled, heavily denting the pillow under her head with one palm.
Smirking breathlessly, she arched up and looped her arms around his neck. “Yes, darling?” she said, her voice slurred and gravelly.
Whatever he’d been about to say turned into a choked sound, and he gawked, caught off guard.
She chuckled and towed him down over her, smacking her mouth to his. He groaned into her, somehow managing to sound pleased and irritated at the same time.
“That,” he said moments later. “That is not how you make love, Rayna.”
She frowned mock-innocently. “What do you mean? I orgasmed sucking you off, so clearly I loved it. And you just tasted how much you loved it too, so how is that not making love then?”
“That is not the same as making love.”
“Hmm, it’s not?” she said, caressing a hand down his hot, damp chest. “Well, I’ve never made love before, so I don’t really know what the difference is.”
Rayna dragged her nails through the trimmed hairs around his groin, and Dominic hissed above her. She brushed against his sopping wet cock where it slid against her stomach, then clasped the semi-hard length with a quiet hum of satisfaction.
“Think you have enough strength left to show me what I’ve been missing?” She twisted her hand in a long, easy tug.
A deep sound rumbled from his chest, and his eyes smouldered. “You may doubt my ability to survive your wicked, wanton words. But never doubt my strength to make love to you.”
He plunged his tongue between her wide grin, and she moaned, melting and thrumming all the same. She abandoned his dick in favour of wrapping her arms around the width of his shoulders. But the urgent need directing Dominic’s kiss faded into deep, drawn-out passion that was clearly intended to slow the moment down. Yet, all it really did was spike the arousal heating Rayna’s blood with frenzied insatiability.
She grappled and writhed and whined under him as he licked lazily around her mouth, but the infuriating man took his sweet damn time, no matter how much she urged him to hurry. She even growled, scratching her nails down the length of his muscular back. But he simply moaned and lifted her breast in a massaging squeeze.
“Dominic,” she grumbled. “I want more. Give me more.”
“Patience, darling,” he rasped, settling the weight of his panting mouth against her cheek.
She squirmed her frustration as he kissed down to her jaw. “I don’t wanna be patient. I want it now. Put your dick in me now.”
“No, I will not rush this.”
Rayna heard the wolfish smirk in his rough timbre, but her growl was cut short when he licked shamelessly across her neck. She threw her head back against the pillow, letting him suck and kiss his way lower until she felt the gentle drag of his teeth over one peaked nipple.
“Dominic,” she bit out, scrunching his soft locks.
“Hush, restless kitten. You are being far too loud.”
She lifted her knees up towards her chest, spreading herself in more of a demand than an invitation. “So hurry up and shut me up.”
He tsked disapprovingly. “We are making love, sweetheart, not fucking. I shan’t hurry.”
Dominic swirled his tongue around her areola and then blew on the wet skin. She arched under him, groaning as he clamped his lips over her nipple. Her patience might not have been built to withstand slow gratification, but damn all of Neves, did it still feel impossibly good, having her pleasure wound so slowly that the anticipation of a climax was near painful.
Since Rayna couldn’t coax him into any urgency, she gave herself up to the sweet suffering of his lovemaking. She couldn’t quite melt into the mattress as he nibbled down her stomach, knowing what was to come. But she embraced the agony of unspent bliss, laying her arms over her head like a willing damsel for his taking.
